Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 658 509 The 9 of us are too strong

His gaze travels across the mortal realms, searching, searching all that exists. He sees everything, the living and the dead, the non-human and the inanimate, and the beings that flicker in the shadows.

Coins fell from corpses' eyelids as they were laid on funeral pyres. The stone eyes of statues shone with dust, silently watching everything around them. The eyes of warriors, killers, kings and all miserable beings are windows to the soul, through which He observes and thinks. He can even see telepathically, behind faces, dark pictures are played, past memories are stirred, secrets are kept, and fantasies are imagined.

A visual feast.

He is immersed in the existence of many realms and beyond.

Life and death, and everything in between, played out before Him like an unhappy fiction.

To Him, all this is both reality and illusion, both eternal and momentary. He dances in endless knowledge and trickery, weaving the web of fate and controlling everything in the world.

Children were born, their cries echoing the sounds of their mothers' recent cries. Men roared and groaned in pain, telling Him their secrets and most desperate thoughts. Kings and beggars suffered for what they could not have, while the wild beasts that roamed around them knew only the moments of being alive.

In these realms, these poor mortals know only the urgency of their world and their miserable situation within it, they cannot be as omniscient as He is.

His sight is not only to see, but also to understand and control. The pain and despair of mortals are just brief fluctuations in his eyes. He sees the boundary between the truth and illusion of the universe, and sees the endless possibilities and the beauty of change.

With its rugged, hilly terrain like the crests of a great wave, the Rotlands are an undulating land of rotting flesh and bone. Ribs are broken, rags are torn, and rotting flesh has turned to a watery paste around boots choked by maggots.

Yet, while the land stinks of death, it is very much alive.

Fat flies covered the sea of corpses, their buzzing filling the air. Rats swarmed among the dead, gnawing, burrowing, and expanding their fetid nests. Crows were feeding on carrion and flies, leaping, swooping, and circling around the bodies as He looked across them.

The plague of carrion birds was so severe that they obscured the horizon ahead. Larger scavengers scrambled up and down the piles of flesh, tearing the yellowed flesh from the carcasses and gnawing the marrow from the bones.

The soul disappeared into a pit of chewed flesh, screaming as it went to its death. The horrible creature, smelling the fresh smell, rushed out of the corpse, chewing the rotten corpse with its huge mouth, rushing out of the body of a giant like a deep-sea monster. The arms and legs were only used to propel it through the remains of the dead, and its skin became slimy with decay. It lingered there for a moment, then sprayed a stream of half-digested rot into the sky.

This place was undoubtedly sacred to Nurgle, but he did not like it, and the stench soaked his non-existent hair and stained his non-existent lips.

His gaze swept across again, showing him a jagged rift in the world, surrounded by a jeweled archway that shone with the strange light of hard diamond. This led directly to his palace, the entrance to the Crystal Labyrinth. The huge crystals around the gate glowed threateningly, as if alive, with eyes mixed with curiosity, pride, and malice.

He walked through corridors filled with hissing sounds that radiated dark intent, he saw luxurious rooms, writhing nests, and stagnant ruins, time almost stopped, but flowing rapidly. Every twist, turn, and fatal fall was presented to him, and danger lurked in the depths of the dream, hot monsters twisted with tentacles, struggling to maintain their shape, and flames burst from their mouths and limbs. All of this not only roared through the corridors and rooms, but also scorched the essence of reality itself.

He looked past heat and light and sound, to corridor after corridor, a magnificent embodiment of darkness, a forest of massive pillars rising to the ceiling, each carved with faces of screaming terror. Faint at first, the sound of flapping wings and the cawing of crows, then it grew louder, roaring, and suddenly it was everywhere.

Crows flocked over the pillars from all directions and flew away into the distance, and He followed the roar of the birds until He disappeared from the end of the corridor.
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At the center of the Crystal Maze, in this place beyond time, Carlos Fateweaver stared intently at the flame before him, its strange light reflected in its four eyes and wrinkled both of its faces.

"This fixation on the present rather than the past bothers me," one head said to the other.

"Or the future? It has to be this way. I have to endure the pain of the moment."

In the flames, the image of Daxus rippled out, fighting against the demons of Nurgle.

"How fearless, how heroic," said the head on the left in a weird tone.

"If they knew what he was thinking, they would tear him to pieces, but they can't. Their mistake is to think that his ambitions are as limited as their own. Their vision is not broad enough."

"I'm talking about his plan, which is, of course, my plan as well."

"When I look back, I see that his plans were more significant than mine," the other head replied.

"When I look into the future, I see my plans, my victories, not his."

"Much must be done to bend fate to my will, and he has wasted too much to save his meaningless mortal life."

"This is the master's plan!" A head shrugged, urging its shoulders.

"of course."

In the flames, the battle continues.

"What do I see?" asked the mind that saw the past and had no foresight.

"He will succeed, but it will take more time, more time! The hunt cannot be stopped, but it can be delayed!" the other head whispered with his eyes closed.

"How do i do this?"

"He has to replenish, time, the most precious thing, he has to have more time."

"I have to get rid of the things that I hate?"

"I will."

"A favor must be asked."

"I'll remind those who owe the debt," another head with its eyes open soothed.

Carlos waved his hand, and a brightly colored flame burst out from the front of it, and multi-spectral light continued to respond by shooting out of the portal.

"finished."

Dacuus, who had chopped down a Plague Apostle, stopped and found that the Nurgle war group had stopped and focused their attention behind him. He keenly sensed the change in the air, quickly retreated to a safe distance, turned around and looked back. The scene behind him was completely different from the beginning, as if the whole world was rewoven in an instant.

The courtyard appeared out of thin air, torn from the void, leading to a maze of passages and walls. The walls were unstable, torn by the power of magic, and strange lights flashed everywhere. The passage twisted and changed, seeming to change shape and direction at any time, and it was impossible to determine its true location. Time lost its meaning here, sometimes it seemed to flow slowly, and sometimes it seemed to rush quickly. Various colors intertwined together to form a colorful spectrum, which seemed to tell endless secrets and conspiracies.

In this chaotic and disordered space, a huge portal slowly appeared, emitting an ominous glow. The air around the portal was distorted, as if it could not bear the weight of its existence. Inside the portal, a strange scene of another world could be vaguely seen. It was a realm full of chaos and change, and it was difficult for mortal eyes to see the strange visions in it.

A tall figure slowly walked out of the portal. Feathers rustled in the shadows, and the broad wings stirred up a gust of wind, a dry bird song and a strong magical scent drifted in the wind.

The figure that walked out of the portal raised the chaos of the entire space to a new level. Its body kept changing shape and color, unable to be fixed in a certain form. With every step it took, the air around it trembled, time twisted around it, and reality became fragile in front of it.

Two huge, heavy heads slowly rose up after taking shape, like a terrible, twisted bird. The unnaturally large, heavy, curved beak gleamed in the shadows, dazzling in color. Rows of dagger-sharp teeth gleamed, as long as a man's forearm, and a long tongue flickered between the teeth.

Its eyes suddenly opened, bursting with bright, disturbing colors. It looked around and took a deep breath of real air. With each breath, it twisted reality around it. It raised its scaly arms high, and energy surged and shimmered around it, reshaping itself every second.

The abominable creature, the Lord of Change, has come, and he is the most powerful one.

One of the deadliest and most mysterious creatures in the world, the Lord of Change is spoken of in whispers only by elven spellcasters in the heart of the White Tower of Hoth. To witness it in person is to gaze upon a world gone mad, where all sanity crumbles before its presence.

The huge, unblinking eye cast a malicious gaze over the entire scene, scanning everything, as if bringing a cold storm as its gaze passed. Even at this distance, Daxus could see the light ring rotating around the pupil, which seemed to hide countless secrets and tricks.

Lightning crackled around the Lord of Change, and the burning flames gradually died out, replaced by an unnatural sapphire light. The huge wings stretched out to both sides, emitting a strange and changing purple-blue luster, and every feather was telling of chaos and disorder. The huge wings slowly and carefully spread out, and every flap brought a strong magical fluctuation, and the whole space was trembling.

Daxus smacked his lips. Strictly speaking, this was his first close encounter with the Lord of Change, and the feeling was completely different from before. Moreover, this one was even more important, with two heads... There was no doubt that among the Lords of Change under Tzeentch, only Carlos Fateweaver had two heads.

"Come on, brothers! We have a great cause to accomplish!" Carlos raised his staff high and shouted at the top of his lungs with his two bird beaks.

The portals opened one after another, and seven ever-changing demons walked out from the gaps in the wall. They were stable and walked slowly like Lao Deng, and their forms were different.

One had bright magenta feathers, one was so fat that it looked like he could hardly fly, one was skin and bones, one was covered in shimmering feathers, another was shimmering and blurry, and yet another was a riot of colour.

The curious Daxus had some understanding of the Lord of Change. For example, the colorful one must be Amon Jage, his features were too obvious.

Another was darker, with a beak curved like a sickle, expanding with change, like a gathering storm. Its scale-covered legs expanded with energy, tiny gems glittering on its pillar-like limbs, forming a shimmering skin of sapphires and diamonds. Its body stretched and twisted, its feathers folded.

Hundreds of eyes blinked from its mottled chest, no two eyes were the same color, and with every breath, their size and shape changed. Wings stretched out from the eagle's back, white flames flashed between its wings, almost as transparent as glass, and made a tinkling sound like little bells when they opened.

There is no doubt that this is Isniqilik, with the same obvious features. As for the others... he knew them, but he couldn't match them up, such as "Maze Guardian" Ajik, "Eternal Watcher" Sasoril, and Chararriado.

Tsarariado is a bit funny. During the siege of Hexotar near the end of time, it appeared in the spawning pool and prepared to turn the spawning pool into the Pit of Sorrow, that is, to corrupt it and perform a ritual to summon more demons to assist the attackers. Then, the legendary chameleon Osyotan was waiting for it there, and when it appeared, it was taken away by the dart shot by Osyotan...

Although he couldn't match the names, he still made a wild guess. The fat one who couldn't fly should be "Silver Claw" Chasen? At the end of the world, Chasen followed Archaon's orders. He thought the fat one was Chasen because he was good at... No, it was because Chasen was better at close combat than other brothers. In the endless great war, Chasen killed the Great Unclean One more than once through close combat, giving the Great Unclean One a little shock from the Lord of Change.

Chasen enjoyed every victory, sometimes taking a small piece of bone from the loser as proof of victory. But the trophy was not worn on his body, but placed in the center of the Crystal Labyrinth, which is said to be how the Bone Clock Treasury was built. In addition, the Silver Claw, its claws are also unusual.

He really didn't know about the others. If he guessed correctly, Shiragtru should be among these eight.

Shilagtru is the Lord of Change who guards Sigmar's Hammer. He has been exiled by the coalition of elves, humans and dwarves for some time, and now he should return to his position.

Carlos Fateweaver, Amon Jage, Ajik, Sasoril, Charariado, Chasen, Shiragtru, Isniqilik, exactly eight, should they match up?
Dacus didn't know either, and it didn't matter.

Carlos had no intention of calling out the names, and it was better not to, because the names of these ever-changing demons would hurt the hearts of mortals. Even spellcasters who were proficient in mysticism and demonology could not withstand it. After hearing them, there was a high probability that they would be controlled, standing upright, unable to move, until they screamed.

Soon he suddenly realized something. Shouldn't there be nine? Why were there only eight?

"Are the nine of us too strong?" He joked to himself. Eight of them came, but nine actually did. He was the ninth being, the chosen one of Tzeentch, the real one, and on par with the Lord of Change.

The seven ever-changing demons were hoarsely reciting obscure languages, or talking to each other about indescribable words. Their conversations were like those between madmen and geniuses. They were geniuses among madmen, madmen among geniuses, and reality itself was powerless in front of them.

Daxus turned around and raised Vizar horizontally, pointing at the Nurgle War Group. Skill: Fox borrowing the power of the tiger, activated! He knew why these Lords of Change appeared here. They were definitely not here to beat him up, at least before the Nurgle War Group was destroyed. After that...

The skill seemed to have been successfully activated, and the formation of the Nurgle war group seemed to be becoming more and more chaotic in front of him. Perhaps in the eyes of Nurgle's servants, he was waving the excalibur to drive the Lord of Change to attack, and his power had reached its peak.

However, the Lords of Change ignored Dacus's actions. They looked at him speechlessly and passed him in various strange ways. Their bodies kept changing in the air and on the ground, and time and space were making way for them. The Lord of Change at the front raised his staff, which was inlaid with sparkling gems, and the gems seemed to contain the entire universe.

As the staff was raised high, a dazzling light shot out from the top of the staff, piercing through the air and pointing directly at the Nurgle war group. In an instant, the carriers at the front of the Nurgle war group were hit by an invisible force, and their bodies began to tremble violently. Then, with a series of shrill screams, their bodies quickly broke apart and exploded, turning into colorful particles.

These particles danced in the air, as if they had life, with strange light and energy, forming beautiful yet strange patterns in the air. The colorful particles spun and circled in the air, gradually converging into strips of light, weaving a huge net. In the center of the net, the eyes of the Lord of Change flashed with a cold and wise light, mocking all the forces that tried to resist.

After a short break, the battle started again, but Dacus felt like he had nothing to do here. He became an OB.

Carlos, who did not immediately join the battle, crouched down, then suddenly jumped up, his huge wings clumsily and powerfully flapping the air. When he landed not far from Daxus, the ground made a heavy muffled sound. His back and limbs were bent, and he continued to crouch down, his wings stretched out like a curtain in the darkness, and a crazy smile appeared on his grotesque bird face, that smile was both crazy and terrifying.

To Daxus, Carlos's behavior was strange. He was hunched over like an old man, his movements were clumsy and fragile, but he exuded a chilling sense of threat.

It is undoubtedly a statue of terror incarnate, a gleaming being of cruelty and perversion, a thing of abomination yet undeniable beauty.

It was hard to look straight. When Daxus tried to look directly at Carlos, he found that his eyes could not focus. Carlos' form kept changing, colors and shapes jumped in his vision, and he was experiencing a different state of existence every moment. Despite this, his instinct did not prompt him to run away, and his limbs did not stiffen in fear. Instead, he vaguely saw the dimension belonging to Carlos. The aura of that dimension was like a distorted mirror, reflecting Carlos' essence.

He knew too well what Carlos was, a fragment of infinite madness and terror, the embodiment of change, the essence of chaos. He could see it all and feel the endless chaos and disorder.

Carlos looked down at Daxus from above. His terrifying and deep eyes contained the weight of the past, present and future, as well as all the knowledge and malice of a true master of pure magic, with wisdom and madness coexisting.

Magical winds flowed around it in large swathes, the air flickered and hummed with the power of magic. Pure energy gushed out of its body, and the surrounding environment was distorted by the impact of this force.

Even Darkus's equipment shone with dazzling light, bathed in the pure chaos wave from the Great Demon. Carlos's endlessly changing forms and malicious eyes were like countless cold needles piercing his soul. Surrounded by this power, he felt like he was in a space full of infinite possibilities, with danger and opportunity permeating every inch of the air.

"Carlos, am I handsome?" Daxus said calmly. He didn't try to hide the fear in his voice, nor did he cover it up with sharp arrogance. There was only calmness.

"I saw."

Carlos's two heads responded at the same time.

"Did you see it?" Daxus asked back.

"I saw it," one of Carlos' heads responded.

"What did you see?" Daxus asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“There is a ray of light in the darkness.”

"Light is but a momentary gleam, a spark of flint, a strike of lightning. It will pass; darkness is eternal."

"It's so tiring to talk to you." Daxus was speechless. He realized that he had met his match.

He knew that Carlos's right brain could see the possibilities of the future clearly, that no conspiracy could escape its sight of looking far into the future, and that the infinite possibilities of tomorrow would crystallize into irrefutable facts, while Carlos's left brain could see the past without prejudice.

The past and future pulsed through the shrunken, twisted body, a vision that was valuable but costly. Neither of Carlos's heads could see the present, the passage of time, only events that were about to happen or had already passed.

That being said, but in actual practice... he found it difficult, and not an easy one.

"everywhere."

Daxus did not respond, because he knew that the same words coming out of Carlos's two heads were completely opposite.

“It’s here, close at hand.”

“It’s there too, just out of reach.”

The reptile in front of Daxus spoke in a series of hisses and croaks.

"Stop telling riddles."

"I only tell the truth."

Carlos's two heads responded at the same time.

"You're not good at this. You should stick to lies. They're more convincing." Daxus spread his hands and shrugged.

"I know everything, don't I?"

"I am the oracle."